Alpha Maximus：The last lycan novel Chapter 2

　　I wake to an intoxicating smell of sandalwood and cinnamon. I stand, comb my hair with my fingers and straighten out my cardigan to feel a bit more presentable.

　　It's our mate! You must go to him now. Storm says, excitedly.

　　I know. Let's go. I say.

　　Running downstairs and down the hallway, the scent gets stronger. It leads me to the bedrooms belonging to high-ranking pack members. I become nervous and less excited.

　　We’ve never been in this hallway before. I tell Storm.

　　There! That room! He’s in there! Storm says.

　　Standing in front of a large brown wooden door, I’m about to knock, lose my courage, and take a step back.

　　He’s in there. Knock! Storm yells.

　　I can't do it. I say.

　　Turning to walk away, the door flings open, and I make instant eye contact with Alpha Tate.

　　‘Mate!’ I say, in a trance.

　　I hear a chuckle a door down. Someone is there.

　　‘You’re kidding me? Hope is your mate, Alpha Tate?’ Beta Sam asks.

　　I shake my head and break the trance between us. He snarls and growls at Beta Sam. I step back, out of fear.

　　‘This can't be right,’ I whisper.

　　‘No, it's not right. You’re not fit to be Luna or my mate. I can't accept this curse from the Moon Goddess,’ he says, and I take a step back.

　　‘I, Alpha Tate, of the Blackwood pack, reject you, Hope, as my Mate and Luna!’ He spits, and we fall to the ground in pain, and my eyes well up with tears that run down my face.

　　Alpha Tate holds himself up against the wall, clutching his chest, enduring the pain. Everyone comes out of their rooms to see what is going on. They’re shocked the Moon Goddess has mated us, but pleased I’ve been rejected.

　　Everyone smirks and laughs as I try to stand. I lean on the wall, and flee down the hallway, back to my attic.

　　I burst into tears and lay on my mattress.

　　Our mate rejected us! Storm says, sadly.

　　This is our fate now. We will never be anything more than a slave to this pack. We will never know what it’s like to have a mate and be loved. I cry.

　　A few months pass, and new members who have just joined our pack, torment and abuse me, as much as the other pack members; especially Ava, who is sleeping with Alpha Tate. Every time they have sex, my chest and stomach hurt intensely. I haven't spoken to anyone since the first time I felt it.

　　Since being rejected, Storm has been quiet. I don't blame her. If I could hide away, I would too.

　　Not being able to shift into my wolf form gives the pack another reason to beat me and bully me. They say I’m a freak of nature because I can't even shift.

　　I’ve just finished scrubbing the floors when Alpha Tate and Ava walk past, hand in hand. Ava kicks the bucket of dirty water over, and snickers. Alpha Tate glares at me.

　　‘How you ended up with this slave in our pack bewilders me,’ Ava says.

　　‘Well, you see, she was such a freak and an abomination that her own parents abandoned her as a baby in the woods to die. My father was Alpha at the time. A pack member found her and decided to keep her as a slave,’ he explains, and Ava laughs.

　　‘Fancy being so hated your own parents don't want you,’ she says.

　　I continue to mop up the water, and try my best to ignore their hurtful words. Tears flood my face as I sob.

　　‘Oh, the little slave is crying!’ Ava says, with a chuckle. Alpha Tate laughs and then slips on the dirty water, and lands on his back. Alpha Tate screams out in agony after we all hear a loud snap.

　　‘My back! My back! I think it's broken! I can't move!’ He yells.

　　‘Alpha!’ Ava screams, getting down on her knees, and hovering over him, before looking in my direction. ‘Don't just stand there! Do something! This is your doing!’ She yells.